2015; gender inequality piece.
Who am I ?
I am the door
Who often, not always, frictions with the floor
Who was made with locks but they are no more
The master key you unlock many doors
You and your spares get polished
While termites leave holes in my soul
Master takes his keys out but let’s his door rot
I have drowned in dust for years
I must call out to master, so I squeak
I will betray the key and open as I like
Master says I’m faulty but I could careless
Finally I got replaced
Master and his keys can continue this cycle
When the thrown out surpass the thrower
The door and key will be equal.